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Minji tried to hide yet another yawn behind her hand as she sat through the shareholder meeting. She really didn’t care what they thought about how she was moving the company forward. If they didn’t like her policies or her politics, they could fuck right off, for all the shits she gave about them. There were a few decent ones, but for the most part, terrible people. She’d sadly inherited them and their disgusting dirty asses from the previous CEO.
She looked at the clock. They had to be almost done, right? Despite the way all these old men seemed to love to talk, there was no way they could argue for three hours straight, she hoped. If it got to that point, she may have to excuse herself. It was getting late, and she had a wife to return home to.
The CEO smiled at the thought of the woman who would always be there for her at the end of the day. Sometimes, Dong was the only reason she was able to make it through her job in the first place. These days were so long and tiring, filled with useless, unethical requests. Would she be richer if she followed the advice other business moguls gave her? Absolutely. Would she be able to sleep at night, knowing she was simply adding to the problems of the world? Never.
Minji knew she would never be perfect, but Dongie made her want to try as hard as possible to be just that. Her perfect wife. How they’d met was of no consequence to Minji, nor was the background that the woman came from. Dongie had come in during a round of interviews for the job of her personal secretary, and had been almost ten minutes late for her time slot. Minji herself had been conducting the interviews, and as off putting as the woman’s lateness had been, her charisma and intelligence blew her away further.
A smile, growing ever larger as Minji sat in her chair, feet up on the conference table, gave her away to the rest of the group.
“CEO Kim? What’s the matter?” One of the less tolerable shareholders asked, voice nasally, the handkerchief in his pocket already clearly dirty. Minji felt the need to wash her hands just from looking at him.
She simply waved her hand in response, her face falling as she was shaken from the memories of how she’d met her favorite woman in the world. Most described Minji as aloof, and that was exactly as she planned. She didn’t want to be known as a “bitch” in the business world, as that got people nowhere most of the time, nor did she wish to be known as a pushover. So, the CEO went a different route, choosing to seem uncaring and callous to the world at large.
That had, in fact, been a grating point between Minji and Dongie in the beginning, before any romantic feelings were involved. The younger woman hated being dismissed, and it was something Minji was known to do often. So Dong had fought back.
No one else had ever done that. And Minji fell in love. She didn’t realize it, at first. Eventually, though, it was made clear to her that wishing to buy the most beautiful flowers for her assistant didn’t fall under the “normal business relationship” category.
As a matter of fact, it was the woman who was the object of her affection who had made it known to her. Minji was dense. She always had been, according to jabs from her best friends, who made remarks about it every chance they got.
The memories made the time pass faster, even as the people in the room shouted at each other over policy that Minji wasn’t going to change anyways. She despised hosting these meetings. All she wanted was her wife. She was pretty sure that among the thoughts swirling through her head, that was the most prominent one, and the one that occurred the most often.
She ignored most of the talk, only tuning in when something of actual importance was said. If only business school had taught her how to pick out the important bits of conversation, it would have been all she had needed to know. Alas, it was a skill she had to hone herself, and she considered herself an expert on it now. Thank fuck.
Minji hoped Dong was doing well enough on her own. It wasn't frequently that they left the office without each other, especially since they arrived at the same time now, usually taking one car to and from the office. Today, however, since they had known about this godsforsaken meeting, they’d taken the precaution to drive separately; a fact Minji bemoaned on her way into the office as she grabbed at the empty air in the passenger seat next to her. Was it so wrong to want to touch her wife at any given waking moment?
Dong would have smiled and agreed with Minji. She didn’t mind her wife’s touch one bit, and Minji knew that. Which was why she allowed herself to indulge in touching Dong on multiple occasions throughout any given day. They were in a secluded wing of the very large office, and the chances that they were interrupted were so slim.
Today, however, Minji had been so booked, as it was towards the end of the year, that she’d even missed her lunch break, which made her incredibly cranky, and certainly didn’t help her mood during this frankly hideous meeting.
They were still yelling. What was there left to yell about? Minji checked the clock, seeing that the hour hand had well passed the number seven. She had been patient. Why they had to have this meeting at four was beyond her. If it was up to her, she would have called it at midnight, so that none of the old farts would have been awake enough to show up.
Wouldn’t that have been something to behold? Even if they had shown up, maybe they would have been too tired to argue.
Minji usually considered herself a caring and thoughtful person, but when it came to her duties as the head of this company, no one else’s opinions mattered.
Well, that wasn’t true, she mused as she picked her feet up off of the table, stretching her arms above her head. Dong’s opinion always mattered. Minji was just a control freak. Always had been, always would be.
She stood up, reaching for her wallet and keys, the only two things she’d brought into the meeting, knowing she would have wanted to leave nearly immediately after, and wordlessly walked out. Minji wasn’t even entirely sure if the shareholders noticed that she was gone. The yelling continued behind her, and Minji only allowed her shoulders to slump when she heard the small click of the solid oak door closing.
Silence. Sweet, sweet silence greeted her. There was a spring in her step as she quickly walked back to her office, hopeful, but not expecting, to see her beloved. The hallways were unfortunately long, and she became antsy, needing a few things from her office before she departed for the night. Actually, maybe she’d make that for the week. That way neither she nor Dong would have to go into work for the next few days, and it would allow her to have as much time with her wife as she pleased.
That sounded quite appealing, actually, as Minji burst through the doors into the room that led into her office. It was all rather wasteful, if you asked her. There was no need for all the room that she had in this wing. Just to think, an entire wing of a building all for herself and her operations on a day to day basis. Ridiculous. How much money had been put into just this room, when that money could have gone to a more worthy cause aside from gold-embossed decor around a room that was only used to make people wait for her presence?
The room had the small-ish desk in the corner, one that she knew well. She’d put it there when she’d hired her secretary, unknowingly also hiring her wife in the same fell swoop. And what a lucky woman she was.
Dong had asked for a small work space, as she thought having a larger one meant more nooks and crannies for important papers to get lost in. Minji had eagerly bought her just that. The younger woman wasn’t sitting there now, though, much to Minji’s chagrin. She huffed a sigh and pushed into her office, the doors creaking slightly, heavy on their hinges.
She made her way around her office, shutting everything down for most likely the week. She’d had enough. Minji pushed a hand through her hair, fluffing the black, shoulder length strands. She stood at the door, looking around. Nothing else she might need. She had her purse, her phone, her keys. She didn’t bother bringing her laptop home. Anything urgent could be taken care of by one of her very competent and handpicked assistants.
She closed her door behind her, taking a deep breath, ready to head out. Minji looked around the large room one more time, and finally found something out of place. Dong was usually one of the most organized people she knew, sometimes even rivaling Bora, her CFO. So finding Dong’s jacket slung over the back of her chair was a bit of a surprise. Was she still here? Had she waited for Minji? Minji walked over to the desk and picked up the jacket, looking back at her wife’s desk. Her phone was there, too.
Dongie never left her phone anywhere, especially when she was in the office. Too nervous she’d be needed for something immediately. That never happened, Minji made sure of it, but Dong found peace of mind in having her phone close. Minji picked up her phone, too, slipping it into her bag. The only other thing out of place caught her eye. A ripped up… business card? What was that doing there? She tried to read the mangled name on the card, but it was impossible. It was also… wet? The card felt damp beneath her hand as she rolled it between her fingers, sweeping the bits into a trash can.
Minji furrowed her brow and made her way to the door, only just now seeing the note that was taped to the back of it. She hadn’t looked back as she’d closed this door on her way to her office. The note didn’t say anything, it was just a plain piece of purple sticky note stuck to the back of the door.
Purple. The note was purple.
Her heart kicked into gear. Something was wrong. They used that word only to signal their need for each other. It was left in a spot Minji wouldn’t have been able to miss, but only once she’d been ready to leave. Dongie must’ve not wanted her to worry too much. If it had been desperate, Dong would have just called. There were a bunch of puzzle pieces surrounding Minji, and she could fit some of them together. Someone had come into her office, probably asking to see her. They’d left their business card.
As many answers as she found, she discovered two more questions. Why had Dong left in such a hurry, so much so that she’s forgotten her belongings? Was she safe? What had happened? That was the biggest question she had, as she fumbled around for her keys in her pocket.
Minji hurried out of her wing of the building, flying down the stairs instead of taking the elevator as she normally would. No time for that. As selfish as she could be when it came to her career, as callous as she was dealing with investors, her wife had never seen that side of her, not since before they were together.
Dong got all of her attention, as quickly as she was able to give it. And if someone from the business world had caused her to cry and flee the office without even taking her phone with her, they were in for a wake up call.
She started her car remotely, nearly running over to her reserved spot in the parking garage, right near the exit, thankfully. Never had she been more glad to be in a position of power than when her wife was seemingly in trouble.
Minji hopped in the driver’s seat, her heel quickly finding the brake pedal so she could pull the car out of park. Her fingers drummed against the wheel as she drove out of the garage, looking both ways briefly before hitting the gas, speeding out of the building, breaking a few laws in the first thirty seconds of her drive alone.
She was going to have to bash some heads in. That much, Minji knew. Someone had made Dong cry, if the damp business card was anything to go by. Someone had given her wife enough trouble that she’d left the office in a hurry, possibly in tears. That alone was a death sentence. Depending on what they’d done, it might be a torture sentence. Minji set her face in a snarl, whizzing through yellow lights, sometimes even running the occasional red. No cop was going to pull her license plate over. They knew the consequences of that.
The CEO rarely used her power like this. But this was her wife.
Every minute that passed felt like an hour to Minji, who was driving as fast as she could, while still maintaining some image of safety. It wouldn’t do Dong any good for her to crash and kill herself trying to get home. Thankfully, their building wasn’t that far from the office. It was, however, in the middle of the city. And none of the other people on the road seemed to appreciate her worry for her wife. Her sleek black car weaved in and out of traffic, the windows tinted so that no one could see inside.
Minji raced to turn in front of a car, so that she could make it into the garage of her building without having to wait. She nearly clipped the front of their car, drawing an angry honk from the driver. She didn’t give a fuck. Minji’s brain only focused on one thing. She raced to the top of the garage, her brain taking her on autopilot to her reserved spot. In her head, she was calculating how long it would take her to get from her car to the penthouse suite, where she and Dongie lived.
Too long. It would take way too long, but what choice did she have? Any person already in the elevator would just have to get out and wait. She wasn’t going to wait those excruciating, interminable seconds for the doors to close. No, the three minutes was long enough.
Her parking job left much to be desired, with her front left tire barely in the lines, but what did she care? She was nearly the owner of this building, anyways. Her heels clicked on the concrete as she hurried up to the entrance, the doors opening automatically for her. Not fast enough. She squeezed in between them, nearly running to the elevator. No one else was waiting for it, thankfully. She really didn’t want to have to use her authority to make them wait, but she desperately needed to get up those floors as fast as possible. She jammed her finger repeatedly into the ‘up’ button, cursing when the doors didn’t open immediately.
Minji stood right outside the doors, drumming her fingers on her thigh.
“Come on, come on!” She exclaimed under her breath, the steady beep of the elevator reaching another floor that wasn’t hers getting on her nerves.
The only blessing was that no one else showed up, so Minji didn’t have to kick them out of the elevator once it finally arrived with a ‘ding’. It sounded too pleased with itself as Minji stepped into the empty box, quickly finding the button for her floor and pushing it after swiping her keycard. She hit the button to close the doors repeatedly, but like with all elevators, it did nothing to speed up the process. Minji could nearly see the smoke coming out of her ears.
Each ding was maddening as the elevator slowly, safely and carefully made its way up the building. Thirty-two dings in all. That’s what Minji had to listen to, every day, when she got home. She counted them as the elevator went, not even bothering to check her phone. There couldn’t possibly be anything important there, because the only thing of any importance was Dong. She watched the red LED lights blink up a number one at a time, her jaw set, teeth grinding together.
The person who caused this wouldn’t even know what hit them, when she got through with them. They’d never even be able to fight back. Ideas circled through Minji’s head as she paced back and forth across the elevator, her restlessness pervading every corner of the small box.
The final ding sounded, and Minji jumped to attention, standing, waiting for the doors to open so she could finally get inside. She had to hold onto her slacks to keep herself from prying the elevator doors open, knowing that would do way more harm than good. If she got stuck here, now, after everything she’d gone through to get home, there’d be hell to pay. She forced herself to wait, turning sideways to squeeze through at the first opportunity, before abruptly changing directions and turning around the corner, finding the door that opened up into her private space.
Minji’s fingers fumbled across the keypad, shaking as she put the code in. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to be faced with, and she was worried. Someone had hurt her wife. And whenever Dong hurt, Minji hurt as well. It had taken getting used to, caring for someone more than she cared for herself, but her wife was her everything.
She quickly pushed the door open, and the first thing her brain registered was the quiet. It was so quiet, that it was almost like she was the only one home. In her haste, Minji had failed to check and see if Dong’s car had been parked in her usual spot. Foolish.
“Hon?” Minji called, putting her bag down on the kitchen counter, along with Dongie’s jacket and her phone. Her worry escalated. If Dong wasn’t home, then she had no way to track her, no way to know whether her wife was safe.
Minji turned, facing the living room, and her heart stopped. There, fire burning in her eyes, a mirthless, knowing smirk plastered on her face, was her wife.
Her naked wife. She sat in a chair, looking as regal as she always did, her legs spread wide, a hand covering what little it could between her legs. A cigarette lay delicately between the fingers of her other hand, which dangled off the arm of the couch. Dong’s vice whenever she got… angry. Minji felt a shiver run through her as she watched the younger woman pull the stick to her mouth, taking a long, drawn out drag from the cigarette. She heard Dong suck air in through her teeth, watched as she held her breath before letting the smoke out in one long stream, blowing it directly towards Minji. She was too far for the smoke to reach her, but Minji walked towards her wife, as if entranced by her eyes, which sparkled dangerously in the low light of the room.
“Took you long enough.” Dong said, her voice smooth, velvety.
Minji swallowed. She didn’t quite understand what was going on. “Purple.” Was the only thing that came to mind. That, and the tightening at the front of her pants. But she wasn’t very well going to say she was getting turned on by the sight of her wife smoking in the living room naked.
“Stop.” The younger woman ordered, and Minji surprised herself by freezing exactly where she was, slightly off balance.
“Get out your phone. I know I look good right now. Take a picture.” Dong purred, her red hair framing her face in loose waves. A trail of smoke floated from the cigarette in her hand as she waited for Minji to listen to her.
Minji slowly pulled out her phone from her pocket, feeling the way her hands shook for a totally different reason. Dong looked at her, steely eyed and cat-like, her smirk only growing as she watched Minji hold her phone up, centering her on the camera. She tilted her head up, looking down her nose at the camera, the perfect picture of haughty and domineering.
The CEO clicked the shutter button, capturing the way Dong was sitting, her hand still between her legs.
“Another.” Dong ordered, once again raising the cigarette to her lips.
Minji took another picture, holding her breath, trying to make it as perfect as possible. Dong looked ethereal, her nostrils flaring, her smirk growing as she looked down.
“Look at you.” She crooned. “Hard for me already.”
Minji nodded, putting her phone back in her pocket, taking another step towards Dong.
“No.” Dong’s voice was stern. “Not yet.”
Again, Minji froze, her mouth partly open as she breathed heavily. This wasn't normal. Dong wasn't like this, almost ever. Someone must have truly made her mad. Minji’s heart beat faster in her chest, her eyes widened as she watched Dong appraise her.
Dong took another long drag from the cigarette, blowing it out gently, again in Minji’s direction.
“You have ten minutes to clean up. Any longer than that and you’ll regret it.”
What? Clean up? Minji tilted her head, opening her mouth further to ask a question.
“Bathroom. Don’t speak, just obey.” Dong said, narrowing her eyes, using her cigarette to point in the direction Minji was supposed to look.
Minji followed the order, turning her head to the bathroom.
“Your ten minutes have already started.” Dong purred, and Minji could hear the smirk in her voice.
With a start, Minji gasped and ran into the bathroom. She could hear a laugh come from behind her, but Minji could tell Dong didn't truly find it funny. She was taking pleasure in Minji’s apprehension.
She closed the door behind her, turning on the light to find another sight that made her heart stop. A cup of water and some wipes. A rubber bulb was there as well, and Minji knew exactly what she was in for. Fuck.
Minji took a shaky breath, forcing her hand to listen to her. They’d only done this a few times. She’d had to… clean herself up before, but it was still new. And with Dong being mad? For some reason, Minji didn't feel herself soften at all, despite her circumstances. She cursed, feeling the outside of the cup. At least Dong had done her the favor of making it warm.
She took off her pants, leaving her phone on the counter, supposing she wouldn't need them anymore. Minji was trying to keep track of time in her head, while also focusing on what she was doing. She knew it didn't have to be too much of a thorough job, Dong was only going to… going to… yeah. Her overheated body shivered as she took off the rest of her clothes, leaving them on the lid of the toilet.
“Okay, okay.” Minji tried to hype herself up as she picked up the cup of water and the bulb, walking over to the bathtub. The process itself wasn't the problem, but what came after was always… different, to say the least. She didn't need to go too deep… in there, she knew that. Dongie just wanted to be safe, which was reassuring for Minji.
Her brain was buzzing as she nearly went on autopilot, wondering if Dong would really be rough with her that night. It wasn’t that she was opposed to being the one to… get fucked, but it rarely, if ever, happened. With her cock, she’d always been the top, but tonight, it seemed like there were definitely other plans. Someone must have said something to Dong to have her be this way. Her usually sweet and kind, if a bit blunt, wife never spoke to her as she was.
Dong’s boldness, the way she was holding herself, making herself seem larger than life, made Minji simply want to listen. Minji was in way over her head, but all she could do was push forward. Whatever her wife needed, she got.
It didn't take her too long to get herself clean, and she knew she still had a little bit of time as she used the wipes one last time, making sure she was completely dry and clean. She could hear shuffling outside for a little while, but it was silent again. Minji paused, looking down at herself one last time. She could see goosebumps all across her body. Her dick throbbed between her legs uncomfortably. She shifted on her feet, her breathing still heavy.
With one last deep breath, she turned and opened the door. Fuck. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as she looked out, her wife just barely out of view from the bathroom door. Minji was sure she'd planned it that way. What the fuck had happened that Dong had gotten this worked up? She’d gone through a lot of scenarios in her mind, but this had been in none of them.
“Come here.” Dong’s voice rang out in the relative quiet of the room. “I can hear you breathing, ‘Ji.” She still sounded angry, her voice clipped, pronunciation especially sharp.
The nickname did nothing to calm Minji, not with the tone of voice it was said in, and she shuffled out from the doorway into the living room, practically holding her breath the whole way. Minji couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this apprehensive, this nervous, and at the same time, this turned on. She could feel that her mouth was pulled into a frown, and her fingers drummed at her sides as she looked down at the floor, preparing herself for what she was sure she was about to see.
Minji wasn’t sure anything could have possibly prepared her for the sight she was met with as she looked up. If she'd been shocked by Dong sitting and waiting for her the first time, it was nothing compared to the second, not with what the younger woman was dangling off of one finger. Her cigarette was gone, now, but that cruel smirk remained.
“Dongie-” Minji tried to start, only to be chastised into silence.
Dong glared at her, effectively shutting Minji up. Then she crooked a finger in Minji’s direction, removing her hand from between her legs for the first time. Minji could feel her mouth water at the sight of her wife, uncovered.
“Here.” Dong said, pointing to the ground between her legs.
Minji nodded, walking around a different couch to stand right in front of Dong, who hooked her whole hand around the chain she held. A choke collar. One that was clearly about to go around Minji’s neck. The chain had a black leather handle, and it was shiny, new.
“Kneel.” Dong was speaking in such short, harsh commands, and each word made Minji shiver.
Immediately, Minji knelt, her knees hitting the hard floor with a solid thud. She didn’t try to break her fall, and winced at the impact. Dong just snorted, not hesitating to slip the chain over Minji’s neck, tightening it with a pull on the leather part. She didn’t pull it taut, not quite, but Minji could hear the way the links of the chain clinked together as Dong yanked. If Minji pulled against her wife, she’d be choked by the collar, with the links tightening further. Minji took a deep breath, licking her lips as she did her best to look up into Dong’s eyes. It wasn’t easy, with the way the younger woman’s makeup looked.
It was obvious that Dong had redone her makeup after she’d gotten home, the winged liner fresh and heavy, her face made even bolder, more fierce. Her eyes were hooded, dark as she looked down at Minji.
“You’re lucky you stayed inside the ten minutes, my love.” Dong purred.
To Minji, the words sounded more like a growl. She nodded. “I know.” She whispered, her voice breaking. Her face was in flames, her throat felt thick, like there was something blocking it. The cold metal around her neck was pulled tighter, and she knelt up to keep the chain from tightening too much.
“If you hadn’t, I’d have lit another cig just to put it out on you.” The last words were each punctuated with a tug on Minji’s leash.
Minji gasped for breath as the chain tightened, imagining the pain, the mark she’d have from that. She nearly flinched when Dong moved her free hand, tracing Minji’s collarbone.
“I’d probably have left it right here, right where that bastard could see.”
That bastard? Who was the bastard? Minji started to think, but she wasn’t given much time in her own thoughts.
“Up.”
And what was Minji to do, but listen? Her obedience was rewarded with a bit of slack on the chain, and she took another deep breath. Her knees ached as she stood, her legs were shaky, but she did it.
“Turn. Hands behind your back.”
Again, Minji listened, almost automatically. There was clinking behind her as Dong let go of the chain around her neck for a bit, instead using her hands to snap metallic links around Minji’s wrists, trapping them behind her back. She was cuffed. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she wondered if Dong could feel her fear.
She knew that her wife could see her arousal, however, as she was ordered to turn back around to face Dong. The younger woman reached down with one hand, having taken the choke chain in her other again. Minji fought hard to not pull away when she felt the cold digits of Dong’s fingers against her cock. The cold did nothing to soften her, either, as she stood at attention, her head tinted red, leaking steadily. As scared as she was, Minji couldn’t deny her want.
“I wonder what that cunt would say if he could see you now, hm?” Dong mused, practically to herself as she took Minji’s cock in her hand. “Wonder if he would still think you’d be willing for him?”
The younger woman’s hand pumped slowly up and down Minji’s cock before stopping. Minji strained at her cuffs. Who was he? Her thoughts were muddled with pleasure.
“Look at you, falling apart for me with just one stroke.” Dong chuckled, her laugh lacking humor. “He can’t have you.”
Minji shook her head, agreeing with Dong. Whoever he was, he couldn’t have her. Her wife said so, and that was final.
“Do you know why?” Dong asked, her voice filled with a sweetness that dripped poison.
Again, Minji shook her head, her eyes trained on her wife, who hadn’t even looked at her, focusing completely on Minji’s dick in her hand.
The chain around her neck was pulled impossibly tight, and Minji opened her mouth, tilting her head back, trying to breathe without difficulty. Dong’s hand released her cock, traveling downwards.
“It’s because,” The younger woman started, and even without looking at her, Minji could feel the sadism. “You, my love, belong to me.”
A stabbing pain in her groin made Minji cry out. Dong had moved her nails down, pressing them deep into the base of Minji’s cock, the sharp edges digging deep into the sensitive skin of her balls, too.
“Don’t you?” Dong asked, looking up, the pain growing as she tightened her grip.
“Yes, yours, all yours.” Minji whimpered, her hands straining at the cuffs, her arms trembling as she tried to pull her hands around, to do anything to stop the pain.
Dong’s face was twisted into a sick grin, so unlike anything Minji had seen on her wife before. She could finally place the emotions in her eyes, the pain giving her a moment of clarity she hadn’t had since she’d left the office.
Jealousy. And a lot of it.
Minji’s legs trembled as Dong dug deeper with her nails, drawing another whimper from her throat. She could feel her arousal ebbing, her cock softening as she stood there, trying to not buckle under the pain.
“That’s it.” Dong murmured as she watched Minji’s face, seeing the tears welling up in the older woman’s eyes.
Finally, Minji felt the nails receding, and she gasped a breath of relief. Fuck, that had hurt. She tried to look down, only for the chain to be yanked hard, causing her whole body to lurch forward, nearly falling on top of Dong. She grunted, trying to tilt her head back again, to get more of the air she definitely needed after what had just happened. Her chest burned, her throat ached, and her eyes stung from the tears that hadn’t yet fallen.
“Eyes front. Don’t look down.”
And Minji listened again. She could only hear metal hitting different material as she stared at the wall. She could feel Dong slip off the couch to kneel in front of her, and she shuffled her feet nervously. She didn’t like not being able to see what was happening to her. After what had just occurred, Minji felt the worry was justified.
No pain followed, however, and Minji stayed still, obeying even when Dong released the chain again, giving her the freedom to move at least a little bit more. She tried to breathe deeply, her chest shaking with every attempt. Her balls throbbed with the pain, and she could feel the indents her wife’s nails had left. She didn’t know what the point of making her soft was, but Minji wasn’t entirely a fan of anything that had just happened.
She considered using the word. That would make it all stop, and then maybe she could just cuddle with Dong to make her feel better.
“Stay still.” Dong said, placing a gentle slap against Minji’s outer thigh. “You’re going to make this hurt if you’re not careful.”
The younger woman’s words were full of concentration, her tone low, slightly annoyed, still. Minji straightened her legs and did her best to remain as motionless as possible.
“This is so pretty.” Dong crooned after a few seconds more of fiddling with something. “Gonna make sure the only person you’re fucking is me, aren’t we?”
Minji wasn’t sure what that meant, but she nodded. It was true, and it would always be true. There was no need to make-
And just like that, for the third time that night, Minji’s heart stopped for a full second. She had to use everything in her body to not look down at the sensation of cold metal encasing the space behind her balls, looping over the base of her cock. No.
Then the cold feeling spread, first at the head of her cock, then down her shaft, until it touched the base. She could feel thin bars encasing her dick, and she whimpered. She wouldn’t, right?
The click of a lock snapping into place told Minji otherwise.
“Perfect.” Dong murmured to herself. “All mine.”
Minji’s nostrils flared as she struggled to stay still, feeling a cool hand come behind her balls to cup them, the lock she’d heard clinking against the metal of her new… cage. She didn’t have to look down to know that’s what she was in. A cock cage. Her wife had caged her. They’d bought the contraption together, but Minji had never expected to, well, use it.
She thought Dongie liked having her inside a little bit too much for that.
“Now where should I keep this? Can’t have you getting your hands on it.” Dong mused, nearly to herself as she reached up, yanking Minji’s leash, making her choke, a spluttering cough leaving her throat.
Minji looked down, and she could feel all the heat rush to her face. Dong held a small key in her hand, dangling it mockingly in front of Minji. The metal cage around her cock was small, almost too small, now that Minji saw it on herself. If she started to get hard… she shivered at the thought. Again, she strained at the cuffs around her wrists, trying to get them off. She wanted the cage off.
“I think I’ll just put it here, for now.” Dong purred, slipping the key back into the lock. “It’s not like you can touch it, anyways, hm?”
“Dongie-”
“No. I’m not taking it off, not now.” Dong’s voice was still steely, but that same unsettling smirk was still on her face.
Dong took her phone off of the chair she’d been sitting on, backing up slightly. She must have grabbed it while Minji was in the bathroom. “Smile, ‘Ji.”
Minji clenched her jaw as she watched the camera aim towards her. She stood still, her mouth opening and closing, trying to find the words to fight back.
She heard the shutter click, and Minji was ashamed by the way she could feel the bars of her cock cage pressing against her flesh.
She heard her wife let out a disapproving tut. “Legs apart. I want to see your cage, my love.”
Minji gulped, not having realized she’d tried to cross her legs to cover herself. She shuffled, spreading her legs shoulder width apart, drawing an actual smile out of her wife.
“There you go. So pretty for me.”
The chain of Minji’s leash dangled between her breasts, the leather handle resting against her abdomen. She knew she was bright red in her face, and that it was spreading to her chest. Minji curled her toes into the floor, trying to find any semblance of traction as Dong moved around, taking pictures of her from different angles.
“Should I show these to him? Maybe that’ll give him enough proof to back off. Put his business card back together, show him exactly how much of a chance he has with you.” Again, Dong’s words came out like a growl, low, jealous and deep.
Minji opened her mouth again, but all that left was a yelp. She wouldn’t, right? Dongie might do a lot of things, but share… this?
Dong put her phone down, and Minji saw her eyes soften just a little bit.
“No, I think I’ll keep these for myself.” She said, and her tone was gentler, reassuring, almost.
Minji breathed a deep sigh of relief. There she was. That was her wife, right there. As soon as her eyes took on the softer look, however, Minji noticed them harden again. She took another deep breath in preparation.
The chain around her neck rubbed against itself as it was pulled tight again, Dong standing up in one fluid motion to yank on it, pulling Minji close to her.
“Because you’re mine.” The younger woman whispered with a smirk. “And I can do what I like with you.”
“Yours.” Minji breathed out, feeling the choke collar against her neck vibrate as she spoke.
Minji could feel the cage between her legs getting tighter around herself, the pressure increasing drastically. She shifted her feet, but it did nothing to help.
Another yank on her chain pulled Minji back to the chair.
“Kneel.” Dong ordered, and Minji listened.
A soft finger caressed her cheek for a second before it was gone. “Stay. Any movement, and I actually will light another cig.” There was no affection left in Dong’s voice.
Minji shuddered at the threat, and resisted the urge to nod. She stayed still, staring directly ahead at the plush chair that Dong had her facing. Her heart pounded in time with her dick, and she could feel the cage getting tighter by the second. It was nearly painful.
She heard Dong step away, and walk into their bedroom, but she stayed still, not daring to move out of fear of the consequences. Her wife was only gone for a minute, maybe less, but Minji could feel the sweat dripping down her back as she forced each and every muscle in her body to completely obey her.
Dong hummed as she stepped back into the room, seemingly disappointed. Minji’s eyes widened, and her jaw clenched. Had she moved?
“It really is a shame, you know. You’d look so pretty with a burn scar.”
Minji didn’t let herself relax, nor did she let herself look to see if anything had changed. She breathed through her nose as she waited, listening to the footsteps that made their way behind her. She blinked, trying to let herself feel relief for not needing to get burned for disobedience.
“Open your mouth.” Dong crooned, her voice close to Minji’s ear.
Shakily, Minji opened her jaw, her breath coming out ragged. Open her mouth? Why did Dong want her to-
She should know by now to stop questioning whatever her wife was doing. Minji would be better off simply not thinking. Because again, her heart skipped a beat as she watched a rectangular leather panel come down in front of her face, the side facing her having a pink ball, large enough to keep her quiet, attached to it. And on the other side?
Minji felt her cock throb as she looked at the pink dildo attached to the outside of the panel. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, just opened her jaw wider to allow the gag into her mouth, the ball making it impossible to move her jaw at all, locking it open. Minji clasped her hands behind her back, trying to give herself something to feel other than the way her cock was fully hard in its cage, and the fast approaching ache in her jaw.
“So pretty.” Dong whispered, licking the outer shell of Minji’s ear, making the older woman shiver.
Minji had goosebumps rolling across her body as Dong fastened the gag behind her head, tightening it so that there was no way for Minji to push it out of her mouth. Fuck, why was she so hard? She shifted on her knees, but there was no comfortable position for any part of her body.
Dong leaned down and picked something up from the ground. Minji couldn’t tell what it was until the younger woman came to her front. It was her phone again. Minji blushed as she watched Dong take more pictures of her, kneeling, cock caged, with a dildo strapped to her mouth.
“I had to wait so long for you, alone, you know.”
Minji felt shame at the statement. She had made her wife wait for far too long. The damn shareholders and their mouths that never seemed to run out of fuel.
“After everything that happened, too.” Dong came forward and cupped Minji’s chin with her delicate hand, tilting her head up to the camera for another picture. The younger woman sat down in her former spot.
“He tried to flirt with me, too, you know. No tact whatsoever. Said he wanted to ‘get to know’ you.” Dong scoffed at the last statement, gripping the chain around Minji’s neck and pulling before taking another photo.
Minji felt the chain pull tighter as Dong growled out the next sentence. “And then once I’d told him you weren’t there, he said I’d be ‘good enough’ for him.”
The older woman gulped, feeling a fire being lit in her own chest. Who had done this to her wife? Who had dared try to interfere with their relationship?
“Tried to touch me, touch only what you’re allowed to.” Dong continued, yanking the chain closer, forcing Minji up off of her heels.
Minji tried breathing evenly, but the choke chain made it difficult, tight around her neck, nearly cutting off her air supply. This man had done what? If Minji wasn’t forced into the position Dong had her in, she would have demanded to know exactly who this was, so that she could end him. How dare someone try to touch her wife? Her thoughts were foggy, as if she was trying to think after a few glasses of alcohol, though, and she found herself more enraptured by Dong’s face, by the way her mouth curled in displeasure at the memories.
“I slapped his hand away, don’t worry about that.” Dong took another photo. “Oh the anger in your eyes is so pretty.” She interrupted her own story with the sentiment.
“But what pissed me off the most, what made me the angriest, was the fact that he kept going after that. He said you’d be ‘more reasonable’ and that you definitely wouldn’t be a bitch like I was once you saw what he had to offer.”
Another scoff sounded as Dong pulled the chain impossibly tighter, now yanking it to the side. Minji saw stars, her breathing restricted even further. She tried to stay focused, but she could feel her eyes closing. Her brain could sense the danger she was in, but Minji didn’t struggle, didn’t try to get away from the chain digging into her neck.
A rush of clarity pushed through Minji’s brain as the chain was slackened, and she could breathe again.
“What could he offer that I can’t, hm?” Dong asked, taking another picture of Minji’s face.
Minji shook her head. She couldn’t answer with words, but there was nothing else she wanted. Dong was all she needed. The ball in her mouth prevented everything she wanted to say, so she just had to hope the look in her eyes was enough.
“You look so good like this, you know.” Dong murmured, turning her phone so that Minji could see the last picture she had taken.
Her face was blotchy from lack of air, her cheeks red, the leather of the gag pressing into her face tightly. Minji tried to close her mouth as she looked at the way the gag stretched her lips obscenely, the way the dildo jutted out from the panel so prominently. Minji’s eyes were unfocused, and her neck was red from the way the choke chain rubbed against it. She didn’t look like her normal, put together self. No, she was Dongie’s plaything here.
Minji’s cock throbbed and tried to twitch at the thought, and she whimpered through her gag, her length pushing against the bars, trying to free itself to extend to its full potential.
“And you’re all mine, too.” Dong said, leaning back in her chair, pulling Minji with her by the leash, forcing Minji to shuffle closer to the chair, her chin nearly on the edge of it.
From this angle, Minji could see everything she’d missed about Dong’s appearance. The way her thighs glistened with her own arousal, the way she was already so wet, just from forcing Minji into the gear. Fuck, that was hot. Her cock tried to twitch again as she made herself look up.
“I had so much time to think while you were entertaining those weasels in the conference room.” The younger woman put her phone down, just to move her hand down her own stomach, bringing it to cup herself again, hiding her pussy from Minji’s view.
Minji could feel her mouth watering at the idea of tasting her wife, and her hands twitched, feebly trying to escape from the confines of the handcuffs.
“So much time to think about exactly what I was going to do to you, and fuck, it made me so wet, Minji.”
Dong moved her middle finger to her center and eased it into herself with a sigh. Minji felt saliva begin to drip down the sides of her mouth. She couldn’t control it with the gag.
“But this? Seeing you, like this, for me?” Dong hissed as she pumped her finger in and out of herself gently. “Oh, it’s ten times better than I could have imagined.”
The younger woman pulled the leash, moving the slack around to the back of Minji’s neck. Minji felt more drool drip down her chin as she stared, enraptured by the sight of her wife pleasuring herself.
“So desperate already, aren’t you?” Dong asked, a chuckle in her voice. “Drooling. I know you want to taste, don’t you?”
Minji nodded as much as she could with the tension on the choke chain.
Dong sighed again as she slipped a second finger into herself, and Minji looked up to see her wife's face contorting in pleasure, biting her lower lip as she began to thrust. More saliva dripped around Minji’s gag as she watched, hearing the way Dong was pleasuring herself, the slick noises making her cock strain at its confines.
If Minji tried to move forward, the chain got pulled. If she tried to rock back, the same thing happened. She was stuck, inches away from something she desperately wanted, unable to do anything about it. She could hear her wife laugh above her, and she knew Dong was laughing at her.
The younger woman pulled her fingers out of herself and looked at them, the slick between them making them shiny in the low light of the apartment.
“You want this?” Dong asked teasingly.
Minji nodded, muffled noises of agreement pushing their way around the gag.
Dong tilted her head, a patronizing smile plastered on her face. “Here you go, then.”
She wiped both of her fingers on Minji’s cheek, spreading her juices along Minji’s skin as she went, chuckling to herself at the way Minji’s face fell.
Minji could smell Dong’s arousal on her own skin, and she flared her nostrils, trying to take it in as much as she could. She grunted, trying one more time to push forward, only for her collar to be yanked upwards harshly, making her choke.
“I don’t think so.” Dong sing-songed, the grin still fixed on her face as she kept the tension on the choke chain, making Minji lean up as far as she could on her knees to try and get away from the deadly pressure.
Dong made Minji watch, still held in that position, her breathing labored as she tried to suck air in through her nose unsuccessfully. She could feel another fog descending over her as the chain continued to dig into her neck. Dong put her fingers back into herself, moaning as she did. Minji flicked her gaze from Dong’s face to her pussy, trying to take in everything. Black spots danced in front of her eyes again as Dong choked her for her disobedience.
“Fuck, this is getting to my head.” Dong said as she relaxed her grip, finally allowing Minji to breathe.
Minji coughed, trying to reach her hands up to pull at the chain around her throat. She huffed a deep breath through her nose, still intently watching Dong use her fingers on herself. The black spots slowly disappeared as she calmed down, her heart still beating out of control as she tried to breathe again. The control Dong was exerting over her didn’t stop her from wanting to touch, to taste, to have as she normally could.
“Even after that, all you can focus on is me. And that bastard really thought you’d have him.” Dong clicked her tongue before slipping a third finger into herself.
The older woman widened her eyes as she watched Dong drip onto the couch, a copious amount of slick covering her hand. Minji’s cock strained constantly at the cage, desperately begging to be let out. Her hips pumped weakly at the air, asking for something Minji knew she wouldn’t be able to have.
“God, you look so pathetic like this.” Dong growled out, moving one of her feet underneath Minji’s balls. “Caged for me, kneeling. Do you feel pathetic, my love?”
Each use of the term of endearment from Dong made Minji’s heart hammer. She didn’t feel pathetic, not really. She could feel the cool touch of Dong’s foot under her balls, and she shifted up, trying to give her wife more access. The younger woman snickered.
“Desperate even for a touch. And it’s not even where you truly want it.”
Dong continued to thrust her fingers into herself as she moved her foot back and forth, keeping her ministrations feather light and unsatisfying against Minji, who did her best to still her hips. The touch of Dong’s foot made her eyes flutter, and she wasn’t quite sure why.
Normally, she would have hated being treated like this, but Minji couldn’t get enough tonight. Maybe it was the way Dong was being so domineering, or maybe it was the way Minji could tell she truly needed this, but she was desperate for even the smallest bit of satisfaction she could get. She could feel her cock pulsing as she knelt there, begging for more.
The younger woman moved her foot up, laying it over Minji’s cock, rubbing it back and forth as she continued to pleasure herself. Dong tilted her head back as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge, and all Minji could do was watch. The minimal stimulation against her dick was driving her insane as she fought to stay still. Her neck still ached from the last time she’d been choked, and Minji wasn’t trying to earn herself another round.
Dong took her fingers out of herself, her chest heaving, her eyes bright as Minji watched her cunt clench around nothing. She spread her fingers, and Minji subconsciously tried to reach for them, stopped by the cuffs once again.
“Drooling more for me, hm?” Dong asked, her voice breathy as she fought to regain control from her pleasure.
Minji nodded. She could feel her saliva dripping down her neck, leaving her a mess.
“Oh, I didn’t mean from your mouth, my love.” Dong giggled as she spoke, a sadistic, dark giggle that made Minji’s hair stand on end, and her cock jump weakly.
The younger woman pointed down, and Minji followed the dripping finger, looking at her own cock. Dong’s foot still covered it, still gently rubbing her, driving her crazy. Her hips were moving of their own accord and she was-
“Humping my foot, making yourself drool.” Dong tsked as she moved her foot away, revealing a trail of pearly liquid running down the front of Minji’s cage, onto her balls, and then onto their floor.
Minji’s face burned as she watched her cock twitch again. Dong laughed at her, and put her hand against Minji’s chin, tilting her head back up to look into her eyes. The younger woman rubbed the three fingers that had been in her cunt all across Minji’s face.
“You love this. And there’s really no denying that.” Dong murmured, her eyes flashing dangerously as she wiped her fingers dry, painting Minji’s face with her slick.
There was no way to deny it, and Minji knew it. For some reason she couldn’t fathom, she was truly enjoying being used as a toy for Dong’s pleasure. She found herself nodding slowly, her nostrils flaring as she tried to keep her breathing steady with the way her heart was continuing to beat fast.
The chain around Minji’s neck was pulled, and Minji lurched, yanked towards Dong’s cunt. The younger woman scooted up in the chair, giving Minji a close up view of the way she glistened with her own arousal. She shuffled closer to the chair as Dong hooked one leg over Minji’s shoulders, keeping her close.
“Go ahead.”
And that was all the invitation Minji needed. She surged forward, rubbing the length of the dildo attached to her face against Dong’s slit, wetting it with her wife’s arousal. It took concentration and focus to make sure the length was doing as she wanted it to, and she really wished that she had access to her hands as she tried to maneuver the dildo into place. The leg across her shoulders tightened as she found Dong’s entrance, feeling the resistance of her tight cunt against her face as she tried to push forward. The chain around her neck tightened as Dong pulled her forward, and Minji did her best to obey the wordless command, the dildo slipping slowly between swollen outer folds.
Dong sighed as she pulled Minji forward again, forcing Minji’s face closer to her, the older woman’s nose nearly touching her clit. Then she pulled the chain back, and Minji followed.
The pace started slowly, with Minji simply listening to every command she was given at the yank of the chain, the collar uncomfortably tight even when she listened immediately. She tried to focus on rocking back and forth while still keeping her balance on her knees. It wasn’t easy, and her neck began to ache as she thrusted it back and forth.
“Look at me.” Dong ordered, and Minji obeyed, still trying to keep up with the quickening pace of the pulls at her collar.
She was met by the lens of Dong’s phone camera again, the younger woman's finger clicking the button to take pictures. Minji burned again, her cheeks flaming bright red as she imagined what she looked like this time. Face covered in her wife’s arousal, the leather panel of her gag beginning to drip with the same liquid. Minji bit down against the ball in her mouth, jealous of the pink dildo attached to the other side. She wanted to taste. The smell was making her cock ache more, and she wished Dong would put her foot back, if only to have a tiny bit of satisfaction. As it was, she humped the air, desperate to feel something, anything against her length.
The chain was pulled harder, and Minji choked as her nose nestled against Dong’s clit. She moved her head as much as she could, trying to bring her wife closer to orgasm with what she was able to offer. She still looked up, still looked into the camera as she was forced to fuck Dong with the gag.
Minji could hear the way Dong was getting closer, could see her chest rise and fall quicker, knew it from the look in her eyes. She buried her nose deeper, rubbing it against the bundle of nerves that greeted her there. She moved the lower half of her face as much as she could with the way Dong kept the chain close to her own chest, forcing Minji to stay buried inside her cunt.
Her neck and jaw ached, her muscles spasming from the effort she was exerting. Minji breathed heavily through her nose, her mouth still dripping saliva as she tried to put everything into making her wife cum. Her choke chain was pulled upwards, and Minji could feel her air being restricted again, but she kept going.
Dong moaned above her, and Minji couldn’t tell if the pull on the chain was intentional or not. She pushed forward, doing her best to stay conscious and move in a way that pleasured her wife at the same time. The tension on her neck increased, and Minji coughed. The pull didn’t stop, and her eyes widened in panic.
“You can breathe when I cum.” Was the only thing the younger woman said as she pulled the chain ever tighter.
Minji shuddered as she leaned forward as much as she could, pushing her head back and forth in the small space she was allowed. She buried her nose against Dong’s clit, moving it up, down, left and right in random patterns. Her wife tightened the grip of her leg across Minji’s shoulders, bringing her impossibly closer.
Finally, when the black spots took up most of Minji’s vision, Dong’s body went rigid and she moaned, her heel digging into the older woman’s back. Minji didn’t let up, keeping her thrusts shallow and her nose as close to her wife’s clit as possible, pulling her through, making sure Dong’s orgasm was as satisfying as possible. Her face dripped with sweat, arousal, and her own saliva as she waited desperately for the hold around her throat to be loosened.
It came after a few seconds more, once Dong was able to relax, her breathing still loud and heavy. Her eyes widened as she looked down at Minji, and the younger woman completely let go of the chain, letting it fall onto Minji’s back.
Minji let her chin fall to the couch as she breathed again. Air had never felt so good. Her head pounded as blood rushed back to it, the restriction around her neck gone. She tried to swallow unsuccessfully, and it just led to more drool running down her face.
Her wife reached a limp arm behind Minji’s head, carefully undoing the buckle of the gag, pulling it delicately from between the older woman’s lips. A string of saliva connected Minji to the pink ball as she heaved a gasp through her recently freed mouth. She went limp against the chair, feeling relief. Her shoulders sagged and her arms relaxed, her cheek turning to the side as her chest heaved. Minji’s neck burned from the strong grip of the choke chain that was still loosely wrapped around her throat.
Were they done? Had Dong gotten all of that out of her system? Her cock protested the idea of that, still trapped in its cage, pounding away as it strained to fully extend. Minji’s mind whirred with the possibilities, especially when she considered what Dong had her do to… prepare for this certain session.
“Fuck, ‘Ji.” Dong murmured above her, her hand landing in Minji’s hair, gripping it slightly.
The way the words were sighed out made Minji feel warm inside. She’d done well, she could tell by Dong’s tone.
Then the hand pulled her closer, and Minji’s brow furrowed.
“If you wanted a taste, my love, now’s your chance.” The voice above her teased, Dong’s strength coming back slowly. “Clean me up.”
Minji shivered and looked up to see the phone pointed at her again. Her wife didn’t pick the chain up again, for which she was grateful, but Minji still blushed as she watched picture after picture being taken of her tired, worn out features.
They weren’t done, Minji figured as she leaned forward, sticking out her tongue, which felt good after so long of having it trapped inside her mouth. She licked her dry, cracked lips, stretched out from being wrapped around the gag for so long.
Dong’s hand pulled her forward more harshly, and Minji leaned up again, noticing the way the gag she’d been wearing was carefully placed against Dong’s thigh. She didn’t have much time to wonder why her wife hadn’t just cast it to the side before all she could see was the inside of the younger woman’s thighs. Minji stuck out her tongue and licked up the release that clung to Dong’s skin, and she moaned at the taste.
There’s what she had been craving all of this time. Her wife tasted immaculate, salty with just a hint of the sweetness of the food she preferred to eat. She heard Dong chuckle above her as the younger woman guided her head, bringing Minji around to clean the mess of her pussy up.
Minji simply listened, not having the strength, the will, or the want to fight back. She licked fervently against Dong’s core, pleased with the way things were going.
“You listened so well, ‘Ji. So you get a reward.” Dong said softly, still clearly recovering, and obviously pleasured from the way Minji was working her tongue.
Minji could feel the slight tremble in her wife’s thighs as she delved her tongue deeper, licking into her core, up to her clit, her inner thighs, and back again. She closed her eyes and let herself get around purely by memory and the feel of the grip against her hair. Minji breathed easier, now, as she did something she absolutely adored. Her chest warmed at the idea of this being her reward for a job well done. Her wife knew exactly what she wanted.
Well, not exactly. Minji’s cock pulsed and twitched, still hard, begging to be released. But she knew better than to ask for that. Even in Minji’s addled and slightly oxygen deprived state, she knew that would be a bad idea.
The hand in her hair began to pet instead of tug, leaving Minji to do as she wanted, licking up everything that tasted like her wife. Soft sighs and high pitched moans left Dong’s mouth, and each made Minji feel proud of herself. She was doing that. Dong’s leg slipped off of her back, taking its place back on the floor, and her body started to fully relax.
“You know,” Dong started, her voice sounding relaxed, but ever so sadistic. It made Minji shiver again, goosebumps dotting her skin. “It would be a shame to leave this dildo to dry for too long. You did such a good job lubing it up for me, my love.”
Minji’s mouth went dry despite what she was doing. Fuck. The hand in her hair pulled her back, and Minji nearly whimpered, but she listened. Fuck.
“Up.” Dong ordered, the authority in her voice completely back. The both of them stood up together, Minji with slightly more difficulty because of the way her hands were trapped behind her.
The younger woman wandered behind the chair, humming as she walked. She carried the dildo with her, now detached from the gag that Minji had worn. Minji swallowed hard as Dong bent down to pick something up from the ground. Her wife stayed bent over for a few seconds, metal clinking as something slid up over Dong’s skin. She couldn’t see what was going on, even when the younger woman stood up, still looking down at herself.
It was only when Dong smirked and walked around the chair that Minji was able to see what was going on. The strap-on harness. With the pink dildo jutting out the front of it. Minji should have guessed from her instructions earlier in the night, but fuck.
It wouldn’t be her first time, but Minji could feel the way her whole body twitched as she took a deep breath that shook her chest.
“I was thinking, while I was waiting for you.” Dong said as she walked up to Minji, her smirk firmly back in place. “And you know, there is one thing that bastard has to offer that I don’t.”
Minji furrowed her brow. “There’s nothing-” and again, she was silenced, this time by a finger to her lips.
“Hush, I’m talking.” Dong said, her tone annoyed, as she reached back to grab the leather handle of the choke chain from Minji’s back.
The older woman gulped and nodded her understanding. Dong just smirked wider, clearly pleased with the way she had Minji trapped under her thumb.
“The only thing he could offer that I don’t… naturally have, would be this.” The younger woman mused as she pointed to the front of the harness. “So…”
Dong walked behind Minji, and splayed one hand against her back, pushing slightly. Minji shifted on her feet uncomfortably as she waited. She was still rock hard, even with the looming threat above her head of what was about to happen.
The younger woman leaned into Minji’s ear. Minji could hear her breathing. She could feel teeth against the shell of her ear as Dong bit down. Minji’s breath hitched as she continued to wait, the slight amount of pain doing nothing to abate any of her needs. The teeth pulled away from her ear, and Minji held her breath as she heard Dong chuckle.
“Bend over.” The words were whispered next to her ear, and Minji whimpered.
She obeyed after a second, the chain tightening around her neck when she hesitated. The hand on her back pushed her down, and with nothing to brace herself on, Minji’s face was forced directly into the wet patch on the chair. She could smell her wife’s arousal against the cushion, could feel the dampness seeping into her skin. Her ass was high in the air as Dong stepped between her legs, forcing them wider apart to accommodate herself. Minji could feel Dong’s free hand trace down her back and right to her ass, giving one side a tight squeeze. She let out another shaky breath.
Minji’s hands fumbled with anything they could find, trying to find comfort in anything she could hold onto.
“Pretty.” Dong murmured as her hand wandered inward, and Minji could feel fingers against her hole. The chain around her neck tightened ever so slightly.
“I’ll make it prettier.”
Minji moaned into the cushion as her cock jumped in its cage. Fuck, why did that sound so appealing?
Dong giggled behind her, tracing her fingers gently around Minji’s hole.
“I think you’ve been good enough for me to do this, though.”
Minji couldn’t see what her wife was doing, but she could hear a small sigh and then slick sounds coming from behind her, before wetness touched against her hole. She clenched instinctively, earning herself a swat to her ass. Minji forced herself to relax with a deep breath.
“That’s it.” Dong whispered, using the hand holding Minji’s chain to splay across her back, rubbing it in a slightly soothing motion. Minji could honestly say it made her feel better.
Slick fingers prodded her ass, and Minji took a deep breath, interlocking her fingers as she waited for the push. Dong’s fingers, now lubed, moved slowly, only one of them pushing to breach Minji’s hole.
“Breathe, my love.”
Minji was thankful for the reminder, and sucked a breath in, letting it out in a rush afterwards. She yelped in the middle of it, because she felt Dong push inside of her. Minji clenched down around the digit and moaned as she felt it piston in and out of her slowly. Dong chuckled behind her.
“Needy, are we?” She asked, moving to fit her second finger in next to the first. Minji shifted her hips, blushing against the cushion of the chair.
She nodded. She was needy. She wanted Dong, wanted everything that came with the mood that night. She could feel Dong inside of her, feel her fingers, the ridges of her knuckles as she pushed a second finger in, moving slowly. It was surprisingly gentle, given the way Minji had been treated the rest of the night. Minji tried to keep breathing, because that’s what Dong had told her to do. Her hands relaxed as Dong kept going, and she let the tight grip they had on each other go, her eyes fluttering as her inner walls felt everything. They’d learned she was especially sensitive back there, everything heightened, and Dong was taking full advantage of that, twisting her fingers, curling them upwards; anything she could do to make Minji squirm.
And squirm, Minji did. Especially when Dong used a third finger, coated in her slick, to push her way into Minji. The older woman whimpered, the sound loud enough for both of them to hear.
“He could never make you fall apart like this.” Dong purred.
Her fingers pulled back, and Minji clenched at the emptiness. She nodded her agreement, her lips parted as she panted against the chair.
“Mine to take like this. No one else’s.”
Minji could tell Dong was talking to herself, but she nodded nonetheless. She was Dong’s. Her wife had her – mind, body and soul. Every part of her belonged to Dong.
Dong pushed her legs further apart, and then Minji could feel it. Warm silicone, slick to the touch, pushing against her opening. Her cock pounded in its cage, heavily hanging down between her legs, aching for release.
“Fuck.” Minji murmured, turning her head further into the cushion of the chair.
The head of the dildo started to breach Minji’s hole, and the older woman let out another moan. She tried to bite the chair, do anything to muffle the sounds, to make herself feel something else, but everything was Dong. Her wife pulled the chain slightly, and Minji gasped as she felt just a bit more of the dildo inside.
Minji heard a grunt of concentration from behind her as she waited there, waited for her wife to put herself fully into her ass. The older woman shuffled back, trying to relax herself as much as possible. A hand landed on her hip, pulling the CEO back further, onto the dildo. Minji whimpered as she felt more slide into her, more easily than she would have imagined.
“So greedy to have my cock in your ass.” Dong growled, but it didn’t hold the same venom as before. No, her voice was filled with want, and something akin to possession. Minji was hers, and she was making sure both of them knew it.
Dong pulled at the leash again, and Minji rocked back with a small groan. She could tell the dildo was almost fully inside her then, the metal ring of the harness Dong wore kissing her skin. With a final push, the younger woman closed what little gap there was, and Minji shivered. Her cock jumped between her legs, and the older woman moaned.
“So pretty, so gorgeous like this.” Dong murmured as she started to pull back. “He could never satisfy you like I do.”
Minji shook her head. No, no one else could. Her wife was the only one who could take her like this, could give her this much pleasure.
The hand Dong had on Minji’s hip traveled down, and Minji held her breath as she felt nails drag along her pelvis, down to the front of her thigh, stopping against metal bars. Minji shook as she waited, feeling the way her wife was slowly pulling out at the same time as she was teasing Minji’s cock. She could feel the drag of the dildo inside of her, could feel the ridges of the realistic pink silicone.
Nails met the sensitive skin of her cock, and Minji jerked into the touch. Dong used the sharp points to rake up and down Minji’s cock, making her pant into the chair.
And then Dong began to push back in with a little effort. Minji could feel the younger woman’s thighs flexing against the back of her own legs.
“Take it. God, I wish I could feel this.” Dong said, pushing forward, developing a rhythm as she worked.
Minji shivered again, her hole clenching as she took the dildo deep inside of her again. Dong started moving faster, pulling out, pushing in, and then repeating. Minji pushed her hips back, searching for more contact.
She felt a tug at the chain, and did her best to lean back, following the pulls, rocking with the tension applied. Dong’s thrusts met her hips more quickly, and Minji continued to pant into the chair, desperately trying to keep herself coherent. It felt good. It felt so good, good enough for her to know her cock was leaking without having to look back at herself.
Dong moved her hand back to Minji’s hip and pulled her in close before pushing her away. She was getting rougher, the sounds between them getting louder, the slap of skin meeting skin, the clink of the harness as it moved around, and Dong’s breathing all contributing.
“If you’re cumming, it’s gonna be in me.” Dong panted out, slamming their bodies together as she tugged on Minji’s leash.
“Don’t you dare let yourself go before I say you can.” The younger woman finished, her voice jumping in volume on the last phrase as she yanked Minji in closer, her effort rewarded by another moan from the woman beneath her.
Minji nodded, her eyes sliding shut as she fought to concentrate. No release yet. She couldn’t, despite the way she strained against her cage. The promise of being inside her wife would have to be enough for now.
Dong picked up the pace of her thrusts again, and Minji could feel the pull at her neck getting harsher as her wife kept going. Her hands strained at her cuffs, desperate to reach for herself, to do anything to relieve the ache that consumed her mind. Her cock twitched and jerked, moving with the rhythm of Dong’s thrusts. She whimpered, her face getting pushed further into the chair cushion as Dong started truly being rough.
All Minji could hear was the sound of her own breathing and the slap of skin on skin as she was pounded into the chair with abandon. She could look out of the corner of her eyes and see her wife throwing her head back with a loud groan.
“Gonna make me cum looking like this.” Dong’s words got increasingly low in their tone, and Minji could tell her wife was close again.
“Spread for me, open, willing. Desperate for my cock. Fuck, if only I could cum in you. Fill you up, make it leak out of you. You’d look so pretty like that, too.”
Minji nodded again, agreeing fervently. Yes, yes, please. She wanted that. She wanted to be her wife’s, to be filled like that. She clenched down around the shaft taking her, and Dong moaned as she moved, pushing through the resistance.
“Oh, you liked that? Like the idea that I wanna cum in you?” Dong asked, and Minji could hear the smirk in her voice again. The younger woman squeezed her hip, digging her nails into Minji’s skin.
“Please.” Minji choked out, her voice hoarse.
Dong thrusted harder and faster than ever, reaching places Minji was sure were making her see stars. She could feel precum leaking from her cockhead, traveling down her caged length, and she sobbed, desperate to feel something, anything against herself. Dong’s nails had hurt, but at least it was contact.
Again, the choke chain was pulled backward harshly, and Minji went with it, her head nearly forced off the couch with the strength of the pull. The loud, wet slap of skin meeting grew louder as Dong huffed and panted, leaning further over Minji’s back.
“I own you.” Each word was punctuated with a harsh, shallow thrust, Dong keeping the dildo buried inside Minji’s ass, rubbing herself up against the silicone.
“Yours.” Minji coughed out, straining for air against the hold on the chain.
Dong moaned, the hand on Minji’s hip gripping tighter, nails digging even deeper, causing sparks of pain through Minji’s side. Minji could feel her wife stiffen, her posture straightening, her legs trembling as she kept rubbing herself against the strap-on, keeping the shaft fully inside Minji.
Minji’s cock leaked heavily, but she stayed true to her orders, sobbing as she denied herself the release she desperately craved. She could hear Dong gasping behind her, knew that her wife was cumming, and pushed back, trying to do as much as she could to help.
She gasped as the chain was slackened again, her eyes shooting open as air rushed back into her lungs after so long of being deprived. Minji sagged against the chair, her legs trembling from the position she was forced to hold.
Ever so slowly, Dong pulled out, and Minji groaned at the empty feeling. As foreign as it was, it had felt… good. So good. Her face burned with the realization that she enjoyed what had just happened, what had just been done to her. Soft fingers soothed her hips as her wife pulled out.
“Made me feel so good, ‘Ji.” Dong murmured as she stood there for a second, running her hands up and down Minji’s sides. “Did that feel nice?”
Her voice was softer now, more relaxed, and Minji let her shoulders sag. She nodded, still panting. She was tired after so long of being ordered around.
“Do you think you can do one more thing for me, my love?” Dong asked, and this time, Minji could tell it was really a question that she could answer, not one that would be answered for her.
Again, she nodded, trying to look back at the younger woman.
“Good.” The younger woman said, leaving Minji’s side for a few seconds as she walked around.
Dong walked around the side that Minji’s head was not tilted towards, and the older woman didn’t have the energy to force herself up so she could watch. Minji could hear her wife picking something up, and she shivered as she heard footsteps retreating back behind her.
The click of the camera shutter on Dong’s phone sounded again as the younger woman walked around Minji, into her line of sight.
“Ruined for me.”
Minji nodded with a deep sigh. She was ruined for Dong, and she would never find satisfaction in another person. Her hole clenched as she stayed there, still trembling from the effort of staying somewhat in position.
Dong moved behind her, taking more pictures.
“I told you I’d make this look prettier.” The younger woman said, and Minji just nodded again. Dong always made good on her word.
A few seconds passed, and Minji didn’t hear any other clicks of the camera, just footsteps. She could tell her wife had moved away from her, and to her surprise, she let out a whimper. She didn’t want to be left alone, not like this.
“I’m right here, ‘Ji. Right here baby.”
Minji could tell that Dong was just a few feet away.
“I just went to the counter, I’m right here.” Dong said softly, putting her hands back on Minji’s hips.
Dong reached up, brushing her hands over the small of Minji’s back, to the cuffs. Minji’s wrists ached from the way she’d pulled at them so frequently, and she’d managed to rub them raw. With a pop and a few clicks of metal, Minji felt the cuffs being pulled off, and her hands fell to the chair in front of her. With shaky limbs, she pushed herself upright, her arms sore, her legs tired.
Immediately, Minji felt soft hands on her shoulders, urging her to turn around. Dong had thrown the cuffs to the ground unceremoniously with a clatter, and Minji looked at them as she forced her legs to move.
Her wife was biting her lip as she looked Minji up and down, still cat-like, but just slightly less maniacal and dangerous. Minji blinked slowly. Everything hurt in some way, but it had been so worth it.
“One thing left to do, right?” Dong asked gently.
Minji tilted her head. “More?” She asked, the whine plaintive in her voice. She was tired. Her muscles ached, her wrists hurt, and her ass was bound to be sore in just a few hours.
Dong smiled and cupped Minji’s chin, leaning up to kiss her gently. “You’ll like this part, I promise.”
Minji accepted the kiss, trying to chase after soft lips when Dong pulled back.
“Hang on, my love.” Dong chuckled. “You can have more of those soon.”
The younger woman knelt down gently, and Minji was reminded of the problem between her legs. She looked down, embarrassed to find she was still hard. Her cock pushed at the boundaries of the cage, parts of it red from the swelling that wasn’t given space to happen. She still drooled precum, making a sticky mess of the cage and of herself. Dong didn’t seem to mind as she reached for the key, turning it in the lock.
“Oh, god.” Minji moaned as she felt the metal being pulled off of her length.
Dong laughed. “I’ll bet.” Was all she said as she worked the metal ring out from behind Minji’s balls.
She was free. Minji could feel the way her shaft extended into the open air, finally released from its prison. Dong reached to cup Minji’s balls, leaning up to place a soft kiss against her tip. Her hand softly reached up to pump Minji’s length, and the older woman hissed in pleasure.
“If you do that, I can’t promise I won’t cum.” Minji got the words out in a rush, putting her hands down to try and stop Dong.
Dong hummed and moved her hand down to Minji’s thigh, squeezing briefly before she stood up.
“Well, we can’t have that, right? Go lay down on the couch.” Dong ordered, albeit gently. Minji still scrambled to follow the command, chain clinking loosely around her neck. She hadn’t bothered to take it off.
Her wife laughed behind her as Minji clambered onto the couch, heart rate spiking with the promise of release, finally. She laid down on her back, hands by her side, unsure of where Dong would want her to put them.
“So obedient, aren’t you?”
Minji burned with embarrassment. If it were any other day, even if it had been earlier that same day, she would have been much more reluctant to do as she was told. Minji wasn’t one for taking orders, usually. She hated when people tried to one up her.
This, though? This was different. Minji had… enjoyed listening. Even if she was normally the top, she could admit that maybe it was… nice. Maybe. Her cock betrayed her train of thought, though, as it stood proudly at attention, pointing directly up into the air, begging for attention. It definitely had been a bit more than just “nice”.
Dong sauntered over to the couch, stopping to shed the harness around her waist, dropping it unceremoniously onto the ground. They’d clean up later. But for now, it was all Minji could do to not drool as she watched her wife walk over, hips swaying, smirk still on her face.
“Horn dog.” Dong teased as she got to the couch, swinging one leg over Minji’s thighs and hoisting herself up so that she was straddling the older woman.
Minji furrowed her brow, trying to think as she watched Dong sit against her thighs, the younger woman’s skin still damp from their earlier ventures. She knew she should have been offended by that, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of why. Her expression must have been comical, because Dong laughed as she knelt up, scooting herself forward until she was hovering over Minji’s cock.
She sucked in a breath through her teeth and her hands twitched, aching to touch her wife after far too long of being restrained. Dong reached for Minji’s hands, one at a time, placing them on her hips.
“You can touch, now. I just wanna have a little more fun, hm?”
“Yeah. Fun.” Minji replied dumbly, feeling soft skin under her fingertips. She ran her hands up and down Dong’s sides, her fingers tingling as she brushed across the familiar curves, from her wife’s hips to the underside of her full breasts. Her cock jumped, and Minji could feel her mouth water more.
Dong leaned down, putting her hands on either side of Minji’s face. She pulled their lips together, and Minji could taste just the faintest touch of smoke. She shivered as Dong licked against her lips, exploring, searching. Minji opened her mouth, at first as an invitation, and then in shock as she felt her wife’s hips move down, grinding against her.
A strangled cry left Minji’s throat as she lay there, her hands tightly gripping Dong’s hips. The younger woman rocked back and forth until Minji caught against her entrance. Minji sucked in another breath as she felt those hips descend further, starting to take her inside.
Heaven. That’s where she was, Minji was sure of it. After so long of being deprived of any touch against her shaft, she was sensitive, and she could feel it all as each inch of her slipped inside Dong’s soaked pussy.
Dong pulled their lips apart and moaned, tossing her head back, leaving her neck open, which Minji took full advantage of. She kissed and licked at the sweat she found dotting the younger woman’s neck.
Minji’s hands brushed across creamy skin, soft and supple beneath her fingertips. One of her wife’s hands took the leash still looped around her neck, pulling it gently, only applying a little pressure before letting go, laying the chain in a straight line down Minji’s chest. Minji watched as Dong sat up, the younger woman’s eyes fluttering as she sank completely down on Minji.
“He’ll never get to feel this.” Minji murmured, and Dong shook her head as she rose up on her knees. Minji supplied support with her hands, keeping her wife steady.
“Only yours. Always.” Minji kept going, squeezing gently as Dong pushed back down onto her cock.
“Always.” Dong breathed out, putting her hands on Minji’s stomach, her nails scratching at the soft skin there.
Minji didn't protest, just guiding her wife up and down slowly, trying to breathe. She could feel the way she was so close to finishing, and she held it back, even now. Her cock made it difficult, aching every time she felt Dong fully take her in.
Dong looked beautiful like this, Minji thought. Her thighs trembled as she sank down, her fingers flexing against Minji’s abdomen.
They both groaned loudly on the next thrust down, and Minji pushed her hips up, seeking more, needing more.
“So close.” Minji’s strained voice was still hoarse. She tightly gripped Dong’s hips, urging the younger woman to move faster.
Dong moved her hand to Minji’s, wordlessly asking her to move it, and Minji listened, following her wife’s grip to the front of her body.
“Same time.” Dong panted out as she kept moving.
Minji moved her fingers down, brushing against the bundle of nerves she knew Dong wanted her to touch. She looked up in wonder as her wife cried out, the younger woman clawing at Minji’s stomach.
She rolled her thumb over Dong’s clit, drawing a whine from the younger woman. Minji felt her cock being squeezed as Dong enveloped her fully again, rocking back and forth, up and down, bounces getting shallower as the younger woman approached her peak.
Minji rubbed harder, letting it be the only thing she focused on, rolling Dong’s clit between her fingers, pinching it gently in that way she knew her wife liked. Her shaft pulsed, and she groaned again, the slick noises coming from between their bodies egging her on. She was wrapped in tight, velvet heat, a feeling she’d known so many times, but the way it affected her never changed.
“Minji.” Dong moaned, one of her hands clutching Minji’s tightly.
“Yours forever.” Minji whispered, pumping her hips up, burying herself as far as she could go. The tension in her stomach was nearly unbearable, and she grunted as she set her jaw, doing her best to hold back until she was sure her wife was absolutely ready.
She moved her fingers more deliberately, doing exactly what she knew Dong liked. Minji looked her wife’s figure up and down. Her face, slackened in pleasure, her neck, tensed, bobbing as she swallowed, her chest, full and supple, her toned stomach and thighs. Everything about her made Minji smitten.
“Gonna- need to-” Dong started, her voice coming out in desperate gasps as she kept bouncing up and down steadily.
Minji groaned as she flexed again, pushing up when Dong moved down. The coil in her stomach pulled as taut as she’d ever known, and she rubbed insistently against her wife’s clit.
She watched as Dong stiffened up again, her nails scratching deep into Minji’s skin, not that the older woman even cared to pay attention to the pain. Dong moaned as she came down one last time, seating herself firmly on Minji’s lap, and Minji could feel the liquid spurting around her cock. She let go, finally releasing the band inside herself, her cock twitching and jerking as she unloaded inside her wife. Minji pumped her hips up in time with the spurts, grunting as she spilled.
Minji watched where they were joined, her vision slightly blurry as she came down from the high she’d been in for who knew how long. She breathed heavily, chest heaving as she held tightly to Dong’s body, moving both hands back to her hips, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. She watched as aftershocks wracked her wife’s body, causing her to clench down, making Minji empty herself just a little bit more.
“Fuck.” The younger woman breathed, now sounding completely blissed out and satisfied. Minji hummed in agreement.
Dong opened her eyes and looked down, and Minji blinked slowly as she saw how relaxed her wife looked. She wrapped her hands around Dong’s back, her hold loose, but present.
“Yeah.” Minji agreed with a soft smile. She could hardly think, and was surprised that her body was listening to her at all. She felt numb, but the numbness was definitely starting to turn into soreness.
The younger woman dismounted Minji’s lap after a few minutes, sighing as she leaned forward, putting her hands on Minji’s shoulders, collapsing into her arms. Minji wrapped her own arms tighter around Dong’s waist, hugging her close.
“Thank you.” Dong murmured, kissing the side of Minji’s neck. “And I’m sorry.”
Minji shook her head. As unexpected and sudden as the shift had been in their dynamic, she wasn’t upset in any way. “Are you okay?”
Dong nodded into her shoulder, her cheek rubbing up against Minji’s neck. “Now? Yes.” She murmured tiredly.
“Got all of that out of your system?” Minji asked, a touch of worry tinting her voice.
The younger woman snorted and wrapped her hands behind Minji’s neck, lifting the choke chain up and over Minji’s head.
“I think so. You’re safe.” She teased, throwing the item to the side with a clatter.
Minji breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Good. I’d absolutely hate to get my brains fucked out of my head again.”
Just like that, they were normal again. Dong chuckled and hit Minji on her shoulder.
“I really put you through it, didn’t I?” She asked, her hand coming to rest on Minji’s chest. “Is your neck okay? And… your ass?” The younger woman sounded hesitant, guilty.
Minji turned her head to press a kiss against Dong’s temple. “I’m fine. Exhausted and sore, but perfectly fine.” She reassured.
Though, she was incredibly sore, and Minji was sure that was only going to get worse within the next hour or two.
They laid there for a few minutes, still relaxing, still trying to process everything that had just happened.
“I can make it up to you.” Dong whispered, tracing patterns against Minji’s skin softly.
“You have nothing to make up, though, baby.” Minji replied, pulling Dong up, having her fully lay on top of her.
The younger woman picked her head up. “I hurt you.” She said, now tracing her fingers over the sore marks around Minji’s neck.
Minji nodded. Her lips still felt chapped, her neck was bound to bruise, and she could feel the way the lower half of her body trembled. “You did, but did I safeword?”
Dong seemed to consider it for a moment. “No. Still. Let me make it better.”
The younger woman seemed set on atoning for her perceived mistakes, and Minji wasn’t going to deny her that. If she wanted to make Minji feel better, then that’s what Minji would allow her to do.
“What did you have in mind?” Minji asked with another kiss to Dong’s face.
Dong hummed. “A bath? In that lovely jacuzzi we hardly ever use? And a massage?”
Well, now Minji really wasn’t going to say no. She didn’t enjoy being pampered all that often, preferring to be the one who pampered, but maybe this time, it would be okay. For her wife’s peace of mind. And it was true, they rarely used the jacuzzi. Minji was always busy running the company, while Dong got stuck at work because of Minji’s long hours.
“Yeah. Alright.” Minji agreed.
Dong braced herself on her hands and pushed up off of Minji, to Minji’s annoyance.
“To get to the bathroom, we do have to move, you know.” Dong teased, using her finger to lightly brush a stroke down Minji’s nose.
“Unfortunate.” Minji mumbled before stretching her arms out and sitting up.
“Go get the water ready, I’ll be right there.” Dong said, standing up and walking around the room to pick up the various… things lying around.
“Okay, bossy.” Minji teased, receiving a glare in response, which made her back away, hands in the air as she retreated.
Minji made it to the bathroom and started up the water, not bothering to move the couple of items that still sat on the counter. To her, those were now a badge of honor. Once the tub was full, she turned on the jets. The water did look inviting. Minji needed to make more time to use the amenities she had in her own damn apartment.
Dong walked in just a few seconds after she turned on the jets, and Minji made grabby hands at her wife, who snorted in amusement.
“My assessment of ‘needy’ really wasn’t that far off.” The younger woman said, walking over into Minji’s arms nonetheless. “Is it ready?”
Minji didn’t have it in her to be offended. She was needy, and she had every right to be tonight. And every night. She needed her wife. Her wife was hot. No one could blame her.
“Nice and hot, just the way you like it.” Minji replied with a kiss to Dong’s temple.
“Good. Come on, let’s get in. I’m all sticky.”
“And whose fault is that?” Minji asked with a grin, stepping out of their embrace, taking Dong’s hand and moving over to the tub. She sighed as she put one foot in the water. Perfect.
“That cunt’s.” Dong replied, a slight sour tone to her voice.
Minji hummed as she pulled Dong along with her into the jacuzzi. “Tell me about it in here, okay?”
They both settled into the water, Minji’s back to Dong’s front, which wasn’t their normal, but the younger woman had pouted and insisted. She wanted to give Minji a massage while they sat there, even though Minji argued that the jacuzzi would do a fine job of that. The water was deep, up to their necks, bubbling and foaming from the force of the jets. Minji sighed as she felt the pent up tension start to leave her body, the heat of the water blanketing her, while her wife stayed glued to her back. Minji didn’t want her to let go, anyway.
“So what happened to make my gorgeous girl all angry, huh?” Minji asked softly, her hands traveling down in the water to find the thighs that bracketed her own.
Dong groaned behind her, as if annoyed by even the mere mention of the events of the day. “I told you most of it, to be honest. He came in, demanded to see you, I told him you weren’t there, he got handsy with me, gave me the business card, said some more highly insulting stuff about you, and then left. I didn’t even look at his name before I ripped up the card.” She huffed at the end, burying her face into Minji’s hair, taking a deep, steady breath.
“Pig fucker.” Minji growled out. Dong snorted. She did have a tendency to pull out some slightly creative insults for those she truly disliked. This man was definitely one of them.
“I could have him locked up. I’m sure it got caught on the camera there.” She continued, mentally mapping out the way the office was set up. The camera in the corner behind Dong’s desk would have had a clear view of what happened.
“No. That sounds like a headache. He was some CEO, like you. Too much money and not enough brains. We’d unfortunately never win that one.”
Minji grumbled under her breath. “Well… if you ever see him again, you call me, alright? I don’t care where I am, I’ll come running and… and…”
Dong chuckled, wrapping her arms around Minji’s neck, hugging her close. “My brave, strong business woman.” She murmured. “Thank you.”
The jets pummeled Minji’s skin, relaxing her, relieving the aches her body had acquired over the course of the night. “No need, hon.”
“No, thank you for tonight. Thank you for just… adapting instead of forcing me to talk or something. Thank you for taking it.”
“Oh, that?” Minji asked, sliding her hands up and down firm thighs. “I’m glad it helped. I’m yours, you know that, right?”
“Never doubted it. Just got fed up.”
“I know. But just so you’re aware, you’re the only person for me. My woman.” Minji finished with a smirk, dipping her chin to kiss the back of Dong’s hand.
Dong laughed softly before drawing her hands back around, leaving Minji without the weight of her arms on her shoulders. The older woman pouted.
“Your woman, for sure. Now will you let your woman give you a massage?” Dong asked.
Minji grinned. “Be my guest.”
With hands that Minji swore up and down were as good as a professional’s, Dong kneaded Minji’s skin, working out any knots she encountered, from Minji’s shoulders and neck, all the way down to her calves and feet. There were a few, namely in her arms, where she’d been forced to hold them behind her back, in her neck from the angles her head had been forced to, and in her legs, from when she’d been bent over. Dong fixed all of them, slowly making her way across Minji’s body.
They talked the whole time. It was easy, soft conversation. Minji talked about her day, about how the meeting had gone on for so long, and about what she thought about each and every shareholder who had attended the meeting. Her colorful descriptions made her wife laugh as she worked out some of the stress in Minji’s thighs under the water.
“You’re so good at that.” Minji nearly moaned out, the pressure against her legs making her feel floaty.
“I know.” Dong said, leaning up to kiss Minji briefly. “After we’re done here I’m gonna get you some cream for the chafing.”
Minji just nodded. She’d probably agree to anything her wife said at this point. She felt so relaxed, her muscles practically singing from the way they’d been worked on.
“You know, if it was too much, you can tell me.” Dong said quietly, almost worriedly. “I’d fully understand. I know it was a lot. I made you do a lot of things without ever checking in on you, and I took a lot of pictures, and I can absolutely delete those if you even have one qualm about them, and-”
“Hey.” Minji interrupted quietly, catching one of Dong’s hands in her own. She brought it to her lips, kissing her palm, her fingers, and the back of her hand. “It wasn’t.”
Minji watched as the tension on Dong’s face melted away. “You’re sure?” She asked, slightly less guiltily.
“I am. Any soreness I feel tomorrow is gonna be felt gladly. Means I did my job as your wife well, yeah?”
Dong hummed, letting go of Minji’s calf, which she’d been diligently working on for the past few minutes. “Well, I tried to help that as much as I could, so I hope you don’t feel… much.”
Minji could see the way her wife smirked at the last word. Of course she would be proud of herself for making Minji sore back there.
She just shook her head fondly. “And that’s exactly why it’s not too much. Because I know after, just like when I care for you, you’ll care for me. It’s good for both of us.”
“Yeah.” Dong murmured, moving to straddle Minji again, cupping her face. “I really love you. I hope you know that.”
“I love you just the same.” Minji said, and just a second later, lips covered her own gently.
They stayed like that, Minji wrapping her hands behind Dong’s back, keeping her close, while Dong kept her hands on either side of Minji’s face, kissing her. Soft noises escaped between them, from sighs, to huffs, to the sound of their lips parting every once in a while. The jets were the only sound in the background, the bubble of water coming with them. It was peaceful, serene, almost.
Minji hated what had led up to the events of tonight. She’d have to check cameras and use a few favors to figure out who the guy was. But that was a problem for tomorrow. She splayed her hands across Dong’s back, holding her firmly, yet gently. Dong’s thumbs brushed across her cheeks softly.
Eventually, they managed to pull apart long enough to get clean, which was the real purpose of a bath. Minji couldn’t resist leaning in to give her wife a kiss every few minutes, though.
The buzzer interrupted them. Minji furrowed her brow, confused, but Dong just put a hand on her chest, pushing her back to lay in the still hot water.
“Stay. I’ll be back.” She said, brushing her finger over Minji’s face before climbing out of the tub with a shiver.
The younger woman threw on a bathrobe before heading out. Minji lay there, arms on either side of the tub, waiting. Who could that be at… she had no idea what time it was, actually, It had to be late, though. She hummed a sigh, leaning her head back, letting the jets relax her even more. She really needed to do this more often.
Only a few minutes passed before Dong came back, seemingly unchanged.
“Food is on the counter, when we’re ready.”
Minji’s stomach immediately awoke, her mind having been elsewhere, not focusing on hunger.
Dong laughed. “Magic words?”
“Come back for a few minutes. Even I can wait that long.” Minji sheepishly smiled.
“Are you sure?”
Minji nodded. “Come get warm again.”
Dong shrugged and took off the bathrobe. Minji looked her wife up and down, always pleased with the view she got.
“Pervert.” The younger woman teased.
“Says you.” Minji retorted, no venom in her voice.
“Yes, says me. If you could see that way you look at me when I’m naked, you’d understand why you’re the pervert here.” Dong said as she climbed back into the tub, nestling herself between Minji’s legs.
“But you love this pervert.” Minji murmured, kissing Dong’s neck.
“Mm, well, there is that.” Dong responded, tilting her neck to give Minji more access. “At least you admit it.”
Minji snorted as she nipped and kissed Dong’s neck.
The jets turned themselves off. Minji pouted at the fast-stilling water. She hated that they were on a timer. It let her know that she’d already been in here way too long, and she definitely didn’t appreciate that.
“I think it’s telling us to get out.”
Minji sighed. “I suppose.”
“It’s probably for the best, anyways. We have to be up tomorrow.” Dong said with a groan.
“Oh no we don’t.” Minji disagreed fervently. “We’re both getting the rest of the week off, because I say so, and because I don’t feel like having to deal with any more numbskull shareholders.”
Dong chuckled. “Is that so, ma’am? No more CEO duties for the rest of the week?” She teased, turning around in Minji’s arms, her eyes shining and her mouth curled upwards.
“It is so.” Minji replied, and she was sure her eyes were shining in just the same way.
“Good.” Dong stood up, offering her hand to Minji. “I’m hungry. I got us Chinese.”
Minji took the offered hand and stood up as quickly as she could. She knew her wife had ordered from the good place, and her stomach was starting to kill her.
The older woman hissed. Oh, she was definitely still going to be sore. The rest of her body was fine, but…
“Getting fucked in the ass will do that to you.” Dong smirked as she stepped out of the tub. “Ask me how I know.”
Minji blushed. Whoops. Maybe she should take it easy on her wife occasionally.